What must be noted that, during all this time, Sofia would be in and out of our lives. Out of their four friends, she was the one who remained closest to us. The first time she re-appeared full-time back in our lives would have been when my daughters were twenty-three. Sofia showed up on our doorstep with a black eye and bleeding lip, holding all she had in the world in one bag. I gasped before I pulled her inside, holding her tightly as she sobbed in my arms.

I knew who she was dating. I knew where she lived. "Where is he?" I growled.

"He's still steaming drunk at...